I will never forget the felling in the gut of my stomach as her fingers probed the bottom of my shaft. My cock jumped as it grew bigger and bigger, st...etching skin that I never knew I had. I must of had her worried by the look on my face as she reached into her purse with her left hand pulling out a cotton handkerchief and began to pat dry my aching cock. With each and ever daub of her hand my cock was there, every time her fingers applied pressure it bounced back stronger and harder. Then it. Mom is a full blooded Indian. That bothers some people. If it bothers you, just let us know and we'll find someone else you can stay with." Why in the world would that bother me," Lettie asked incredulously."It does some folks," I said. "It's just like in the south, if you're 1/16th Negro then you're a Negro. Most people in our country consider Indians to be less than Negroes." Well, I'm not one of them, Jase. You are a handsome man. Tess is absolutely beautiful. You both have better manners. Kate rewrote the story as part true and part fiction so that other readers wouldnt be completely bored. The more stories she read and the more videos she watched, the more Kate wanted David. Kate wasnt sure about the slave part, but she knew she needed sexual attention and was willing to try almost anything to get it. Karl, Kate, Marie and David were all guests at a major function a short time later. David and Kate started teasing each other at first contact. Marie was attending alone and also. Using a paintbrush for a baton, I struck a pose. Quietly, Jennifer went to work. I stand feeling silly, then horny, then silly again, then quite horny. After much too long, she said that she was finished. But instead of immediately admiring her work, I told her that she has been looking at the backside too long and she should look at the front. Jennifer put down her artists’ smock and walked over to face me. Being up on the dais, my half-erect dick is just at her mouth level. She took me in.